MBTI high school

Chapter 8 :

Chapter 8: "Mission Seduction, or Not..."

ESFP had a plan. A foolproof plan, at least according to her. Her new neighbor, who had just arrived, was gorgeous. Tall, dark, mysterious... he had it all. Except for one thing: he didn't notice her. And that, ESFP couldn't tolerate.

That's where ISFP and ISTP came in, much to their dismay.

— ESFP: "Okay, guys, you're going to help me. This guy has to fall for me. Otherwise, it's a disaster."

ISFP smiled softly, always there to support his sister.

— ISFP: "You know, could you just... talk to him?"

— ESFP: "No, no, no, ISFP. This is too ordinary! I need something grand, memorable! Something he'll never forget."

ISTP sat off to the side, head resting on his hand, watching the scene with a bored look.

— ISTP: "And why exactly am I here?"

— ESFP: "Because you're my brother, and you have to help me! Plus, you're really good at fixing things, so if my plan goes wrong, maybe you can fix it, right?"

ISTP rolled his eyes. He'd survived worse situations than this one, but being swept up in his friend's crazy ideas... that was a different kind of challenge.

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ESFP had already tried several "methods" to get his neighbor's attention. Each one more ridiculous than the last:

Method 1: Drop his keys right in front of him. Result? The neighbor didn't even look at it, and a stray dog took his keys.

Method 2: Pretend to read a deep, philosophical book (that she didn't understand at all) next to him. Result? The neighbor left before she finished the first page, and she fell asleep on the bench.

Method 3: Accidentally watered his garden while being too sexy with a garden hose. Result? She got herself soaked from head to toe, and the neighbor was too busy staring at his phone.

ESFP was desperate.

— ESFP: "I'm telling you, I'm this close to giving up."

— ISTP (jaded): "That sounds like a brilliant idea."

— ISFP: "Maybe you should try being yourself?"

ESFP looked at ISFP as if she had just suggested the most absurd idea in the world.

— ESFP: "No, I need something original, something... surprising!"

And then the genius idea came to him.

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The ultimate plan? A dramatic entrance with a dance to a romantic song. Because according to ESFP, who could resist a mix of grace and passion?

They got into position. ESFP had carefully prepared a playlist on her phone, while ISTP, against her will, held the sound system.

— ISTP: "I can't believe I'm doing this."

— ISFP: "Cheer up."

The music started. ESFP launched into a dance she'd seen in a movie, mixing exaggerated movements and dramatic poses. All of this took place in the neighbor's driveway, which was, for the moment, still in his yard.

But something happened. Something unexpected.

The neighbor turned around, looked at the scene... and, instead of staring at ESFP, his gaze lingered on...

ISTP.

— ESFP (panting): "Why isn't he looking at me?!"

ISFP noticed what was happening and chuckled nervously.

— ISFP: "I think he's watching... ISTP."

ISTP looked up, completely disinterested, thinking of the quickest way to escape this absurd situation. But the neighbor stepped forward.

— Neighbor (smiling): "Hey, you. Nice music. Did you pick it?"

ISTP stared at him in disbelief.

— ISTP: "Um... yeah?"

ESFP stopped dead in his tracks, mouth hanging open. His plan had just worked... but not at all as planned.

The neighbor stepped forward again, completely ignoring ESFP who was desperately trying to get his attention again by doing ridiculous pirouettes behind him.

— Neighbor (to ISTP): "You know, I love guys with taste. Want to go for a drink sometime?"

ISTP was silent for a moment, looking back and forth between the neighbor, the ESFP, and the ISFP.

— ISTP (jaded): "Too ironic."

ISFP giggled as ESFP collapsed to the ground, dramatic as ever.

— ESFP: "That's not fair! I do all this and he's hitting on ISTP?!"

ISTP shrugged, still impassive.

— ISTP: "I don't know... maybe it's my aura."